An evening of paranoia

Somehow I think that I'm getting paranoid. Why? Here's why: just read my paranoic experience last Monday.

Well, it all started when I took the tramway from quite the south of Linz (Simonystraße, for the insiders) to my home, and one man that was also waiting for the tram looked strange to me. His unusual look, and the big bag. Does he have some kind of bomb in it? Why does he look around for so long after getting into the tram? Phew, he's sitting on the other end of the tram, so in case he really has a bomb, I'm far away from it. Yes, that's pure paranoia, isn't it?

But it got "better" when I got out of tram at Rudolfstraße and went to my flat, which usually takes me around 10 minutes per pedes. Well, while I was walking, I heard somebody walk behind me. Well, not really walking, but it sounded like somebody moving from cover to cover. And whenever I turned around, I didn't see anything. But still... I heard something. There must have been something, also in the bushes beside me. Then there are these two people sitting on the sidewalk. Will they do anything to me when I pass them? Phew, I passed them, nothing happened. To be sure, I keep them in my look, to have them under control. Quite paranoic, no? Sometimes I really think I'm getting crazy, but then, I'm able to analyze my irrational thinking and fear, but still, the fear is there.

Update: I guess everybody knows that "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you". I thought about it and came to the conclusion that you're not paranoid if they really are after you. Phew.